Vee began to match Ntombe’s grunts with ecstatic wordless cries, quietly at first but growing increasingly louder and uncontrolled. There had to be ...an end, of course, and as that approached, visibly and audibly, one of the otherwise unoccupied wives squatted at my side and began to masturbate me. Her eyes swivelled repeatedly between my face and the couple rutting in front of us. Extraordinarily, she was able to sense the moment. As Vee lifted her body to absorb Ntombe’s final thrusts, the. She whispered to herself as she lay her charge before me. Her words were prayers and curses. She spoke aloud only encouragement to the man as she knelt over him. She trembled, hoping he did not notice her tremors.Grief and injury tumbled in turmoil beneath his head scarf. Relief and regret broke through as the woman tended his wounds. His humble cloth glistened with blood. Flies landed on it and nourished themselves. He shouted passion, delirious sympathy and desire overwhelmed him. He loved. It wasn't until she leaned back against the couch that she realized she didn't have a shirt on underneath a sweater. All the guys could see her white, lacy bra. No one said anything to her, nor made nasty cracks like the boys did at school that day. But they were all looking real hard and it made those funny tingles in her tummy get stronger and a strange feeling traveled down to between her legs, too. Cara was proud of her boobs, and when they jiggled around like they were doing with the guys. As she lay on the bed she slowly worked her hand inside her panties and found her wet hole. Helen rubbed her clit and then slid her finger into her vagina. She repeated this a few times before her orgasm began to pass through her body like a tidal wave. As her orgasm reached a crescendo she could not help but moan in pure pleasure.As she lay on the bed in the afterglow of her orgasm, she reached for her vibrator. Helen turned it on and rubbed it along the length of her vulva to get it.